I turn to see who it is, and its the coffee cream girl. “Why are you following me?”

I am surprised to see her and I squeak out a meek “no….no”, she squeezes my arms and says “Show me you schedule.” She lets me go to get my schedule, and shoves me towards the back as her group of friends look at my schedule.

As she is checking it, her hands clench and wrinkle my paper. She throws it to the me but it falls to the ground and I reach for it. She looks down to me and bends over to warn me “If you breath a word of what you saw in the garden, I will kick your ass.” Scared I look down and say “I-i-i wont” and she turns to the door and goes inside.

She scared me. She was mean and frightening. I never felt this scared for anyone that wasn’t my aunt and uncle. I take a minute to collect myself, I look around and nobody looks at me. I get up and I go inside. I walk in and give Mr. Bucanon my pass and he tells me to take a seat. He dims the lights and we proceed to watch a bill bye video about ecosystems and general biology terms. This class goes on with out a problem, though I feel coffee cream staring me down. I decide to ignore it, because while in the classroom I feel safe, I am safe.

The bell rings and I forget the whole ordeal. History had really taken my mind far away into the past. I wait for the students to leave, because I need to talk to Mr. Bucanon about the day before. I feel relieved that I don’t have to have a confrontation with her.

I leave his class 5 minutes later, and feel mildly depressed at the sheer volume of work that I will have to do in this class. High school is no joke. I look around and see people eating, it dawns on me; it’s lunch time. I walk and I feel like I’m being followed, I look back and sure enough there he is. Michael. I turn back around and continue to walk to the line for food. He follows. I go to sit down by myself and he follows. I move again and he follows me. I feel like I can’t even eat in front of him. I get angry.

I grab the burger and throw away the tater tots and side salad, and walk away again. Finally I stop and turn around and ask “What do you want from me?” “I needed you to be alone and secluded” he says. I realize that there is no one around me. He annoyed me until he had me where he wanted me… my face must have shown I was shocked, because then he said worriedly, “hey, hey, relax. I still just wanted to talk.”

I repeat, “What do you want from me?”

He walks towards me. And he says with every step, “please…just…stay…right…there.” He is two-steps away and he looks down to me, and with a brave face I stare him down. I will not go down without a fight, no matter what he may try to do.

We hear a teacher yell, “Go to class! The bell isn’t working! Go to class!”

Instinctively, I bite my burger and start to walk away. I past him and tell him “gotta go!” I hear him yell “hey, wait!” and then I hear him say “she’s not ready”.

I finish my burger quickly and head to Language Arts, which is a fancy word for writing/reading/speaking English. This time no issues, I go into class before it starts and I speak to my teacher regarding my absent. I take my seat and I stare at the people coming to class. Just like on the bus I start to day-dream about what their lives are like. And then I saw her.

A girl that resonated and called attention to herself in such a marvelous way. Windy. Popular Windy, the girl even I have heard about. There is just something about her that just draws attention to her. But, not me. I see her and feel nothing. I see how others react to her, and I can imagine what that feels like, but I personally don’t feel that about her. She seems like a normal, typical, average girl to me. Either way, I need to avoid her as much as possible so that I can go back to being unnoticed.

Class ends. Everything ends just like the second day of school should. I go to my last class, and it goes well. Art is, well art. I get on the bus, and it’s on time. I go home.